Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.